Samuel's "Meat".

They had scarcely closed their Gate behind them when Ms. Mevan reared up onto her haunches and pawed at Samuel's trousers, yipping at him in excitement. He had to catch her hands to control her and said, "Easy, easy, girl. So impatient you are. Can't wait anymore? Is that it? You want to do everything outside tonight?" Panting, and with her tongue wagging out of her mouth, Ms. Mevan gave him a cute little bark. "Oh alright then," Samuel said, ruffling her hair, "a special little treat for the best girl in the world," before taking her Lead once more and bringing her somewhere else.

Staying out of sight and behind some hedges, I followed them to a Gazebo by the small pond Ms. Mevan had on her property. I watched as Samuel bade Ms. Mevan stay where she was, before taking out a large Basket. From it, he laid down a large Sheet upon the ground; and upon that, a comfortable looking Pillow, a pair of Towels off to the side, some Candles in each corner, and one assumes something to light them with. I would hazard a guess that this is a well-practiced ritual, as he set to flame a few Candles around the Sheet, to both provide light and, as I know to my cost, deter any insects from interrupting them. His preparations completed, Samuel removed his Shoes and Shirt, stood in the middle of the Sheet and beckoned Ms. Mevan over to him.

Skipping merrily, Ms. Mevan made her way to him, and leapt at him suddenly, knocking him over. Fortunately, the Pillow broke their fall, but that did not stop Ms. Mevan from lapping and licking all over his face, before moving further down his body. Her hair prevented me from seeing much detail, but what I could see was Samuel running his hands up and down her back, and the little whispers of what a good girl she was because of how good she was making him feel. Eventually, she had managed to undo his trousers, and this is where I felt, that the human and animal parallels became slightly blurred.

Ms. Mevan, as convincing as she is at play-acting as a bitch in heat, is still a human woman. Nothing will change that fact. And I firmly believe, that it is for that reason alone, that neither I nor Samuel, questioned at her using her hands to stroke his cock while her head bobbed along it. "Mm Becca... turn around and give me your cunny. I want to drink your naughty bitch juices...," he groaned. She let out another happy sounding bark, and twisted herself about so that she could please him and obey his command. Throwing her leg over his head, she wiggled her hips about and, for a moment, I thought I saw a glint of something fall from her nethers before the top of Samuel's head obstructed my view. The noises of nocturnal insects was soon joined by slurping and spitting noises, as well as soft moans and groans from the couple, that I hoped were still unaware of my presence.

Many questions ran through my mind as I peeped. To the best of my knowledge, I don't recall hearing about animals fellating one another, but then again, neither have I ever heard of animals making love to each other. They simply mated, and that was the end of it. If animals were sentient, would they be like Samuel and Ms. Mevan? Turning procreation into an act of providing and receiving physical pleasure? Or is that the result of Mankind mastering their World? Once the question of food, water, shelter, and warmth were no longer in Fates' hands, did early Man then take the energy needed for that and direct it to each other? Take the time to learn about one another, and decide that the best way to stay together was by making love?

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard more incessant and pathetic whining coming from the Gazebo. Pulling my attention back, I saw Samuel and Ms. Mevan moving about.